At the time I am writing this, I was trying to get some sleep on the carpark at the foot of Croagh Patrick when I got awaken by both monotone and hysteric a voice, again and again shouting "Get out of it! Get out of it!"
Carefully I opened the car door, got out and – became witness of an exorcism.
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| Later I asked myself: Why would people do this? |
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| He, f.e., kept a promise he had given to himself. |
You haven't changed much!
ReplyDeleteNow you've really hurt me, dear Mark.
DeleteI've definitely continued to improve since then. ;-)
Quina sort de poder fer això! Jo estic molt malament de l'esquena, ja no ho podré fer mai més. Però recordo dels meus vint i pico anys que una bona nota a la carrera em va fer pujar una muntanya sense esforç, de l'alegria.
ReplyDeleteAH, yes, I remember a photo of you resting on a mountain. Everything has its time. I can't run 100 meters in under 11 seconds anymore either. ;-) Your back I wish a swift recovery.
DeleteBons records que ens omplen de nostàlgia.
ReplyDeleteSe't veu molt bé! ;-)
Hugs, Sean.
Yes, that was the final highlight after three wonderful months.
DeleteVery charming, Paula. Of course, I have also changed in terms of appearance since then.
Petonets. ;-)
Descalç? A mi em quedarien els peus destrossats. La muntanya m'entusiasma... però amb bones sabates.
ReplyDeleteNo he vist mai un exorcisme, jo també em pregunto "Why would people do this?"
A a nsotra edat, tenim ja un munt d'experiències molt diverses viscudes, segur, molt intensament-
Abraçades, Sean!
On one occasion, I passed a man who was already on his way back. When he noticed that his children, who were perhaps ten years old, were staring at my bare feet, he winked at me and said, “This man must be a terrible sinner.” ;-)
DeleteBarefeet was certainly a challenge. But I am glad I kept my promise.
Yes, I'm sure we'd have a lot to tell each other around a campfire. ;-)
Abraçades, Carme!
It would be a challenge at all, I cannot see trying barefoot for myself. Then again, not being Roman Catholic, the idea of penance is foreign to me, either Jesus paid it all or it's all foolishness.
ReplyDeleteThe idea of penance is foreign to me, too, Mimi. I had just promised to myself that once I were able to visit all 32 counties I'd climb Croagh Patrick on my bare feet.
DeleteI haven't walked up a mountain barefoot but I have walked down a mountain (Snowdon) with an injured ankle. The injury was caused by my walking boots on a previous walk (I was on a walking holiday).
ReplyDeleteI wasn't allowed to do the walk without my walking boots. My more sensible walking shoes would have been a better option but back in the day, above the ankle boots were considered the only sensible option for mountainous terrain.
With my sensible shoes my ankle wouldn't have started hurting (again) part way down the track back to the carpark.
So much for the superior wisdom of former generations.
DeleteHi Sean - I'm not sure what to think ... other than you kept your promise - to yourself? I have to say I couldn't think of anything worse - but them I'm a Limey. I did go up a mountain on my Dad's back in the Lake District ... and he was a Patrick - but I don't remember - being of (very!) tender years. You have changed somewhat ... cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteWell, that's a nice alternative: instead of climbing up barefoot, let Patrick carry you up. ... 'somewhat' sound good. ;-)
DeleteEt felicito !. Si un mateix no compleix les promeses que es fa, ningú les farà per tu ?.
ReplyDeleteBona setmana ; )
I am sure I would have regretted not keeping this promise.
DeleteBona setmana, Artur. ; )